wandering wednesday...

My mind keeps wandering today. No focus whatsoever. Could be that I have slept maybe 6 hours total in the last 3 days...not sure though.

Wandering mind time...

Did I remember to shut off my curling iron?

I think I put a spare outfit in the diaper bag...I hope I did because I know The Husband won't think to do it.

I am so sick of Republicans. And Democrats. Blah.

Did I put The Girl's ballet shoes in her backpack?

I need to order flowers for Brother So-and-so's funeral on Saturday.

What on earth am I going to do when my mom dies? Not that she is dying or even close to that stage. But still...what would I do? What about The Husband? My kids? What will they do when I die? What, what, what?

The Boy and I have to sit down and finish his concerto festival song. Only 8 measures to go. It is a freaking LONG song...15 pages...such a stupid song choice time-wise. But it is going to be awesome when it is done. Thank goodness his other two festival songs are already done.

The Girl wants to try out for a competition dance team. Where will I find the time and money for that?

We've started saving money for a new car. Three kids crammed in the back seat of a sedan isn't going to cut it for much longer. I want a Kia Sorento. 3 rows of seats, a 100,000 mile/10 year warranty, towing capabilities for the jet skis, and less than $40,000? Yes, please!

Baby is going to be 9 months old on Friday. She is so sweet. She has finally started to roll from her back to her tummy. But she has no interest in crawling yet. And no teeth. I worry sometimes and start to panic, wondering if there is something really wrong and I am missing it...but her doctor thinks she is fine and that she will do things on her own time. I know he is right, I just worry. Worry, worry, worry.

I had a dream that my mom got remarried. This is not a new dream. Usually I wake up seething with anger...how dare my mom get remarried! But this time, I woke up happy. What does that mean? That I am OK with the idea? I am not sure. I miss my dad so much, but does that mean that my mom should be a widow for the rest of her life? If she is, and if she lives as long as my grandmother, then my poor mom will be alone for 30 more years...37 years as a widow? That is 11 years longer than she and my dad were married! That seems cruel and unfair.

Does anyone want to hire my brother? He's got an undergraduate degree in biochemistry and he just earned his masters in nuclear engineering. Someone hire him, please?!?!

And for that matter, someone marry him too!! He's 26 and he is a great guy. Honest!

My sister is available too! She's got a career and a car! Call me for further details.

I am mad that I don't have my OWN nieces and nephews. The Husband has 15. And they are awesome. But they aren't MINE.

I really like watching Criminal Minds. It cracks me up that the crazy weird genius guy on the team does the voice for Simon in the Alvin and the Chipmunks movies.

I like Diet Pepsi now. A little too much, I think.